maybe your laugh isn't reserved for me, maybe you heart isn't mine to keep, maybe your smile isn't for for my memory, maybe your body isn't mine to touch, but maybe, just maybe, we can pretend that isn't true for one night, and maybe we can run away for the weekend.
fake it. love it. come back to reality.
you'll be happy its over. i'll be drinking. what the fuck is wrong with me?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poesíapoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
